Saturday, June 03, 2006
Sleepy Time
I'm a tired little pup tonite. But every night since the weekend I've been getting a little more sleep. The jet lag is gone, now I'm just a mad fool who doesn't go to bed early enough. Like tonight. I have to get up at 5am Saturday and here I am blogging.
Why 5am? Because there's a hug neighborhood-wide garage scale where some of our friends live and we're selling stuff there tomorrow. Like, IKEA stuff. We are an upscale garage sale, thank you very much.
Of course, the house buyers got in touch with us today, interested in buying some of our furniture. Too bad, we have rooms now that are practically empty because we sold some stuff to friends. Of course, we'd rather the friends have it than these strangers, but it warms my heart to know they think so highly of our (that is, Adrian's) sense of style that they want the furniture that fits the house so nicely. Pity they didn't say something, oh, a month ago.
We had dinner out tonight and some woman was making flirty eyes at Adrian. Is she kidding? Anyone who looks THAT good is already taken, one way or another.
Today my Institute had a little going-away luncheon for me. It was fun, but the reality is I'll continue to work with them long-distance...in fact, the founder of the institute still works with us on occasion, proof that once you get in, you really can't get out. It's kinda like the Mob. Or Cub Scouts.
Yesterday I was in the Dean's office for a little presentation, an award she wanted to give me before I leave. They'd invited some of my friends from different departments. As soon as I walked in the Dean asked "Is Adrian going to be here for your big day?" Those who know where I teach will be rolling on the floor with laughter at this point.
Adrian reminded me as we drove home that his night vision sucks, and he was driving based on knowing the route home rather than on actually being able to see. I hate when he tells me that.
Why 5am? Because there's a hug neighborhood-wide garage scale where some of our friends live and we're selling stuff there tomorrow. Like, IKEA stuff. We are an upscale garage sale, thank you very much.
Of course, the house buyers got in touch with us today, interested in buying some of our furniture. Too bad, we have rooms now that are practically empty because we sold some stuff to friends. Of course, we'd rather the friends have it than these strangers, but it warms my heart to know they think so highly of our (that is, Adrian's) sense of style that they want the furniture that fits the house so nicely. Pity they didn't say something, oh, a month ago.
We had dinner out tonight and some woman was making flirty eyes at Adrian. Is she kidding? Anyone who looks THAT good is already taken, one way or another.
Today my Institute had a little going-away luncheon for me. It was fun, but the reality is I'll continue to work with them long-distance...in fact, the founder of the institute still works with us on occasion, proof that once you get in, you really can't get out. It's kinda like the Mob. Or Cub Scouts.
Yesterday I was in the Dean's office for a little presentation, an award she wanted to give me before I leave. They'd invited some of my friends from different departments. As soon as I walked in the Dean asked "Is Adrian going to be here for your big day?" Those who know where I teach will be rolling on the floor with laughter at this point.
Adrian reminded me as we drove home that his night vision sucks, and he was driving based on knowing the route home rather than on actually being able to see. I hate when he tells me that.
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Ha. Be glad that I moved from Colorado to Pennsylvania. If my mom heard that you were having a yard sale (especially an upscale like yours), my mom would have drove from El Paso, TX to Denver, crashed at my place Friday night, be awake by 4am, wake me up at 4.30am to help her figure out where the best yard sales are at, and drag me to these yard sales since my only purpose (through my mother's eyes) is to drive her and carry her "findings" in my car. All hail the Yard-Sale Queen.
I understand the whole thing about rather seeing friends with your stuff than some stranger. At least you know your things are being properly cared for.. unless you have a friend that is a cluts that falls up the steps (not down) while carrying something fragile all because he had to go show it to Aunt Tilly who is bed ridden for the rest of her days.
Shoot I wish you all were giving away a bed. I need one in the worse way. Hopfully, I'll be able to go forth with my bed purchase at Crate and Barrel soon. I've had it on my wishlist for like two months now. LOL
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Shoot I wish you all were giving away a bed. I need one in the worse way. Hopfully, I'll be able to go forth with my bed purchase at Crate and Barrel soon. I've had it on my wishlist for like two months now. LOL
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